| All Kings
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| All Queens
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| Yeah
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| We are all kings and queens don’t let nobody tell you different
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| Don’t let nobody stifle your dreams fuck their schemes
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| We are all kings and queens don’t let nobody tell you different
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| Don’t let nobody sell you their dreams fuck their cream
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| We are all kings and queens don’t let nobody tell you different
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| Don’t let nobody stifle your dreams fuck their schemes
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| We are all kings and queens don’t let nobody tell you different
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| Don’t let nobody sell you their dreams fuck their cream
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| Cash ruins everything around me
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| But I gotta pay the rent
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| Bi-weekly checks were meant for drowning
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| Cash ruins everything around me
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| The queen was meant for the castle while the king
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| Was bred to break bread with surroundings?
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| Cash don’t rule a got damn thing
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| Unless of course we mistake what it means
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| To be a got damn king
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| Don’t get it twisted a queen is no less than a king
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| For wearing a feminine crown
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| Matter of fact you take the queen out the castle
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| And watch that thing fall down
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| Same goes for the queen too together just people |
| Combined we are equal to stand against evil
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| Divided we fall, rinse and repeat
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| To keep climbing their wall be reminded by sequel
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| Demise of us all cause our minds are at large
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| Can’t be found by the law can’t be helped by them either
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| Only you can help you, I can help I
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| Maybe that’s why u-i combined’s pronounced we
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| Like the u-i you might find in my suite
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| Need I repeat for you to I. D
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| I said you can help you, I can help I
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| Maybe that’s why u-i combined’s pronounced we
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| Like the u-i you might find in my suite
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| If you’re bored (board) with the u-i like a Ouija
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| Bet you’ll say ooh like the u-i in fruit
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| If you choose to replay these lines that I speak
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| The point is u-i combined it spells we
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| But if you can’t help you then you can’t help me
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| And if I can’t help me then I can’t help you
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| And if we can’t help us then there is no we
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| Just I and you, blinded truths disguised as proofs
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| For higher roofs of liar coons disguised as lions prizing youth
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| Who die by noose, but I ain’t buying my recluse
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| I study the books and then pick 'em apart |
| Now I am eyeing violence used
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| By coppers with choppers and stick 'em up art
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| They knock us and lock us and dig us a part
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| In the grave and the blame is the victims to start
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| But it’s up to me, to study for me
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| To rebuttal these thieves and to give we a spark
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| The rhythm at heart is the beat of the drum
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| When it’s unified then they’ll belittle us none
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| Unify one 'til we riddle these scum
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| Make 'em twiddle their thumbs without picking up guns
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| Rip 'em new ones with the scriptures we sung
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| With our lips and our tongues when we bickered a bunch
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| Triggered the flicker that picked up the people
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| It showed them we’re Kings and we’re equal to 'em
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| Flow revelations no special cases
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| Even MLK was a rep of the faceless
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| Even MLK had a family that loved him
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| But the FBI tried to taint his paces
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| Wrote him a letter to damage and snub him
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| Couldn’t be phased by their racist cages
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| So they accused him of cheating in public
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| In an attempt to defame his changes
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| But even if he was an infidelious cheater
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| Does that erase the fact he was a brave rebellious leader? |
| Better question, since when did his personal matters
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| Become our business? |
| For all we know
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| It was an open relationship and his wife got some dick
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| Moral of the story even Martin Luther King II
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| Was an imperfect being so we can be Martin Luther Kings too
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| Don’t see him as a messiah see him as an organizer
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| And know that we’re all kings who hold his fire deep inside us |